The Emptiness In the Life I Lead

The emptiness I feel In the life I lead Can’t fill and steal pains that deal Blows I seldom need In the air I breathe In the lungs I possess and the stress That assails the disbelief I loathe In the witness I assess In circumstances whose distances and stances I witness To circumvent events that prevent the downfall I suspect Exploits the weakness In the sorrows that inhabit the prospect In mistakes for high stakes in the past I made To sneak justification Into the stolen grade I accumulated from the infraction in the mission I set without prior consideration of the gravity whose motility and propinquity I didn’t grasp In the liquidity I invested in the volatility Whose clasp on the last ditch gasp Spurs breathlessness in recklessness I kill As considerations of dark thoughts roams free To ask me heartbreaks to heal For reasons I can’t see But parallax in circumstances I experience In situations insanities dictate In the lance dance whose influence and confluence I hate to regret and serrate In the hollowness I dislike As my mind grows cold While spikes sorrows hike Stakes, threatening my happiness to withhold.